(Verse)
1 down, 1000 more to go! Turns out this is all we know
So tired of bein' 2nd guessed carry on fo' those oppressed
Discourse like kryptonite on the battlefield between the wrong & right
Hold fast to ur ideals, no matter how arduous it feels

(Chorus)
And soon u will be crucified for ur own vision
And vilified by indecision

(Verse 2)
Disillusion it's all the same, just a figure without a name
They try to smother us with their sympathy & the caustic outcome of hyperbole
On borrowed time yet still upbraided, for propositions not yet gestated
A limitless capacity for scorn & questions still unformed

(Chorus)